i recently finished reading "fiesta" by hemingway. it was the third time that i have read the book. and it remains very inspiring. for reasons i still don't know why. the storyline is not overly exciting. but the writing is gripping. i just love the way he writes. the descriptive style of capturing the moment i just love. but while reading the book my memory took me back to the summer of 2008. (also on this blog - see endless summer 2008) i had the opportunity to spend the few days around san fermin in a city close to pamplona. i have friends that live in rioja. the nearby wine region. one of spain's famous wine regions. it remains one of the bravest yet stupidest things i have ever done. the running of the bulls. so many emotions and adventures packed into a few days. the heat of the sun and the excitement in the air. there remains a certain intensity in the atmosphere. however not for the faint hearted. bull-fighting in itself is a very controversial topic. cruelty to some. a form of art and perfection to others. no matter what side of the controversy you are on the festival of san fermin remains a high-light on the annual calender. as it stands i can't really pinpoint why the festival and all the activities surrounding the week in pamplona had such an effect on me. i am just great-full that i had the opportunity to go and experience it for myself. too many peolpe have an opinion about the whole ordeal without ever having been there. it remains a fond memory to me.
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